The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 29 of 39
Anonymous / Shakespeare, William · published 1596 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1590-1595] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Why is it lawful for a man to kill, And not to break a promise with his foe? To kill my Lord when war is once proclaimed, So that our quarrel be for wrongs received, No doubt is lawfully permitted us: But in an oath we must be well advised, How we do swear, and when we once have sworn, Not to infringe it though we die therefore: Therefore my Lord, as willing I return, As if I were to fly to paradise. Stay my Villeirs, thine honourable mind, Deserves to be eternally admire, Thy suit shallbe no longer thus deferred: Give me the paper, I'll subscribe to it, And wheretofore I loved thee as Villeirs, Hereafter I'll embrace thee as my self, Stay and be still in favour with thy Lord. I humbly thank your grace, I must dispatch, And send this passport first unto the Earl, And then I will attend your highness pleasure. Do so Villeirs, and Charles when he hath need, Be such his soldiers, howsoever he speed. Come Charles and arm thee, Edward is entrapped, The Prince of Wales is fallen into our hands, And we have compassed him he cannot scape. But will your highness fight today. What else my son, he's scarce eight thousand strong and we are threescore thousand at the least, I have a prophecy my gracious Lord, Wherein is written what success is like To happen us in this outrageous war, It was delivered me at cress's field, By one that is an aged Hermit there, when feathered soul shall make thine army tremble, and flint stones rise and break the battle ray: Then think on him that doth not now dissemble For that shallbe the hapless dreadful day, Yet in the end thy foot thou shalt advance, as far in England, as thy foe in France, By this it seems we shallbe fortunate: For as it is impossible that stones Should ever rise and break the battle ray, Or airy foul make men in arms to quake, So is it like we shall not be subdued: Or say this might be true, yet in the end, Since he doth promise we shall drive him hence, And forage their Country as they have done ours By this revenge, that loss will seem the less, But all are frivolous, fancies, toys and dreams, Once we are sure we have ensnared the son, Catch we the father after how we can. Audley the arms of death embrace us round, And comfort have we none save that to die, We pay sour earnest for a sweeter life, At Cressey field our Clouds of Warlike smoke, choked up those French mouths, & dissevered them But now their multitudes of millions hide Masking as 'twere the beauteous burning Sun, Leaving no hope to us but sullen dark, And eye less terror of all ending night.
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Why is it lawfull for a man to kill, And not to breake a promiſe with his foe? To kill my Lord when warre is once proclaymd, So that our quarrel be for wrongs receaude, No doubt is lawfully permitted vs: But in an othe we muſt be well aduiſd, How we do ſweare, and when we once haue ſworne, Not to infringe it though we die therefore: Therefore my Lord, as willing I returne, As if I were to flie to paradiſe. Stay my Villeirs, thine honorable minde, Deſerues to be eternally admirde, Thy ſute ſhalbe no longer thus deferd: Giue me the paper, Ile ſubſcribe to it, And wheretofore I loued thee as Villeirs, Heereafter Ile embrace thee as my felfe, Stay and be ſtill in fauour with thy Lord. I humbly thanke your grace, I muſt diſpatch, And ſend this paſport firſt vnto the Earle, And then I will attend your highnes pleaſure. Do ſo Villeirs, and Charles when he hath neede, Be ſuch his ſouldiers, howſoeuer he ſpeede. Come Charles and arme thee, Edward is intrapt, The Prince of Wales is falne into our hands, And we haue compaſt him he cannot ſcape. But will your highnes fight to day. What elſe my ſon, hees ſcar eight thouſand ſtrong and we are threeſcore thouſand at the leaſt, I haue a prophecy my gratious Lord, Wherein is written what ſucceſſe is like To happen vs in this outragious warre, It was deliuered me at Creſſes field, By one that is an aged Hermyt there, when fethered ſoul ſhal make thine army tremble, and flint ſtones riſe and breake the battell ray: Then thinke on him that doth not now diſſemble For that ſhalbe the haples dreadfull day, Yet in the end thy foot thou ſhalt aduance, as farre in England, as thy foe in Fraunce, By this it ſeemes we ſhalbe fortunate: For as it is impoſſible that ſtones Should euer riſe and breake the battaile ray, Or airie foule make men in armes to quake, So is it like we ſhall not be ſubdude: Or ſay this might be true, yet in the end, Since he doth promiſe we ſhall driue him hence, And forrage their Countrie as they haue don ours By this reuenge, that loſſe will ſeeme the leſſe, But all are fryuolous, fancies, toyes and dreames, Once we are ſure we haue inſnard the ſonne, Catch we the father after how we can. Audley the armes of death embrace vs round, And comfort haue we none ſaue that to die, We pay ſower earneſt for a ſweeter life, At Creſſey field our Clouds of Warlike ſmoke, chokt vp thoſe French mouths, & diſſeuered them But now their multitudes of millions hide Masking as twere the beautious burning Sunne, Leauing no hope to vs but ſullen darke, And eie leſſe terror of all ending night.